Candi Palmer followed her friend Kody and the biker looking bouncer named Brutus out into the bar area of the club. The lights were dim yet it was evident by the movement just outside of the bar that this promotion was going to be big. In awe Candi gazed about the audience and staging area to witness cameramen with large camera's. They were in their final...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...
The room was heavy filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and a miasma of heavy perfume and cologne. It was dark; you could see the city lights through the open windows. Blue lights shown on the band, with a soft yellow spotlight in the center that enveloped them all. Crowded, loud. The band was playing hot. Fast jazz swing and sultry, slow torch...
The Vocational College for Girls offers an alternative to prison for girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two years old with minor or first-time criminal offenses. As part of their punishment, the girls must attend academic classes and perform community service. Unfortunately for the VCG girls, community service consists of wearing skimpy little out...
Kelly's Rave Party It had been several days now since Kelly's new found freedom. She had filled both of the trash cans full of her old conservative clothes. Gary was still trying to figure out what had happened to his wife, for the last few days she was either naked or wearing one of his tank top tee shirts around the house. She was even going out to the...
We rounded the corner onto Broadway and saw the stretch of clubs that Sam was talking about. One in particular had a sign out front that said "Amateur Night". As if she was a moth being drawn to a flame, Sam headed straight for the front door. We stepped inside, paid the cover charge and then into the club. The music was loud and the room was abuzz with act...
My girlfriend had run into hard times; she had lost her job as manager of KFC and her wrestling school had been closed down which left her bereft of any income. I tried to support her but my minimum wage job wasn't enough to feed us both not to mention high gas prices so she started doing these real seedy backyard wrestling matches for money. I accompanied...
Chapter 9: The Strip Club Battle "Katie, get dressed," Ryoko says, carelessly tossing me a bunch of clothes. Puzzled, I pick the bundle up. It's an outfit consisting of a very skimpy tube top, a skirt so short it's practically a frilly cummerbund, and a pair of thongs. "What the hell is this?" I ask angrily. "And get out of my room!" This is where I spend...
Note: This is my first submission to Literotica. Please let me know what you think, and suggestions on how to improve and how to continue are always welcome. Thanks so much and ENJOY!! Thunder rolled in the distance and a flash of lightning lit up the small room Ryan was in. The room contained only one window and the walls were all painted black. In each...
Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM elements. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my st...